User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Wolf Pack/@comment-1222705-20110119032012

''Dawn stalks into the glade, the red on his fur receding slowly, as he returns to himself. He looks down at the vines and bites through them, ignoring the thorns'' "Fox? Are you alright?" he presses his snout to her cheek "answer me"

''Hail cocks his head like Darkfrost, then trots back to camp, still unsure